Yin

She spoke

breathlessly

Mouth agape,

wondrous sin

spilling forth

from velveteen lips

I melt and restructure

loyal servant

to chopping seas

The thought to flee

is fleeting now

as she turns, moves,

thinking to release me

Seeds flowing in the wind,

she pulls me in

We begin again

It is attention,

all the same

She plays cacophonies

upon my splintered

vertebrae, slender fingers

rummaging through nerve

and bone, plucking a

mournful tune

within the throes

of delicate submission

I lie sprawled

across tanned, taut

flesh, slick with desire

and shame

Stripped upon the altar,

I am nearly void

of offerings to give